Saturday, March 30, 2013
So today, for the first time in ages - like a couple years - that I've had Arby's. I knew they were going to be high in calories from the get-go, and I chose my old favorites, so I knew also they were NOT health food. That was my choice for the evening. I had calories to spare, and it sounded good. I ordered their beef & cheddar, an order of curly fries that I split with hubby, and a lava cake, which we also split, and I had an unsweetened iced tea. Sounded good.
Yea, not so much.
The only part of the meal I can say I actually enjoyed completely was the iced tea. It wasn't sweetened, had a good bold flavor, and wasn't too weak.
The rest of it gave me a stomach ache. *sighs* And yes, I KNOW logically that it's good that fast food is not tasting good to me anymore, but it makes me sad sometimes - I have such good memories of getting the sandwiches and fries for me and a friend as a treat, Getting their shakes as a cool-down after a rough bike ride. (Why would I want water? I would think at that point. Silly me.)
This isn't the first fast-food joint to join the "Used to be good" list. Just the latest. And it's a bit sad. There were lots of good memories associated with meals that came from those places. Getting shakes with mom as a little kid at McDonald's; their fish sandwiches with my grandma. :)
I mentioned this feeling to hubby today, and he commented that it's a little like growing up. Like going back to, say, Discovery Zone, and realizing that the tunnels are all too small for you and that crawling on your hands and knees like that isn't as much fun as it used to be.
And that made sense. It never occurred to me that my eating habits needed to grow up as much of the rest of me did. My body can't handle junk food on a regular basis - and the fact that it had become so accustomed to it really WASN"T any better for me than the all-night marathons of cramming for finals were.
I needed to learn to study more productively, and in a way that allowed my body the rest that it needed. I also need to learn to handle the food I ate well. If there's a certain choice that makes me not feel well, then it's time to pull it from the "menu" so to speak. I needed to realize that my body in my 30s isn't the same as it was in my teens, and that's as it should be.
Hope this made sense, and that it was a little bit enlightening at least! It was an interesting lesson for me! :)